Chapter 209 [Feelings of Many Feelings]

The little guy seemed to feel very happy when he heard the word Simba. He wagged his tail and licked Belsinger's cheek with his big tongue. Obviously, he liked this name very much. After everything was done, Belsinger held Simba in his arms, followed by Brooke, and returned little by little.

When they returned to the beach, Lina and the others were taking a nap. Maybe there was a special feeling between the couple. Singh sat on his lounge chair, holding little Simba in his arms. Lina next to him slowly opened her eyes and smiled when she saw Belsinger coming back.

"You're back, so you seem to be in a heavy mood. What happened? What did the little guy do with the leg of lamb?"

Belsinger sighed and told Li Na the whole story. Simba's mother was a strong mother. Even if she was seriously injured, she insisted on returning to her nest to feed her only cub, the little evil Simba. This was a mother's duty, but unfortunately she died of serious injuries in the end.

Little Simba also became an orphan. If he hadn't met his Chinese fellow countryman, it would have been a question whether the little guy could live to adulthood. This touched Lina, who was about to become a mother. In a few months, Lina would also become a mother, and she agreed with what Simba's mother did. Although it was tragic, it was a mother's responsibility, a responsibility to nurture the next generation.

If the child in her belly encountered any danger, Lina would definitely face the danger like Simba's mother. To win a chance for her child to survive, if anyone dared to threaten her child, Lina would go crazy and protect her cubs like a lioness. Seeing that Bell's character was very low, Lina sighed and said with a smile.

"Brother Bell, there is no need to be so sad. Simba's mother died for a good reason to protect her cub. No matter how much it cost, she was willing to pay. All we have to do is to raise Simba well and let her mother's bloodline continue from now on."

Yes, all I can do is to raise Simba well and make him a strong Tibetan mastiff, so that I can live up to the mother who sacrificed herself for Simba's survival. The beach trip was originally very happy, but it turned out like this. The content of the two people's chat was also heard by several other girls.

Everyone also sat up from their chairs and held Simba in their arms, feeling very sorry for the little guy's experience. I didn't expect that the little puppy who had not been weaned was held by this woman and placed on her chest by that woman. The little guy was lingering between the mountains with a lustful look.

It made the owner feel very envious and jealous, and wished that he was the little guy who enjoyed such treatment. As the temperature dropped, a dark cloud floated over the sea. It seemed that it was going to rain heavily. It was indeed the rainy season. It rained every day and made people feel very uncomfortable. Seeing this situation, Belsinger could only wave his hand to let the family pack up quickly, and then took the car back to the hotel.

After asking the hotel service desk, there was a relatively large pet hospital nearby. After arranging the family members. Belsinger and Lina personally carried the little Tibetan mastiff Simba to the pet hospital, one was to give the little guy a bath and deworm, and the other was to give the little guy a seedling.

Now there is a pregnant woman at home. In a few months, there will be a baby. The little guy grew up in the wild. Who knows what germs and parasites he has on him. After taking a bath, getting rid of the worms, and getting the seedlings, the little guy jumped and ran out of the doctor's room. He looked around with a pair of triangular eyes and found his owner Belsinger.

Then he shouted and threw himself into Belsinger's arms, refusing the so-called brand-name dog food that the pet hospital sold to him. The little guy doesn't even eat roasted lamb, how could he eat dog food? The little guy is a tough guy who eats raw meat.

Fortunately, I have traveled all over the country for many years and learned about the living habits of some Tibetan mastiffs. I know that the little guy's living habits are different from other dogs. His eating habits are even more alternative. He likes to eat dairy products made from yak milk. If he doesn't eat some yak dairy products for more than a month, the little guy will feel weak all over and even malnourished.

In addition to yak dairy products, the little guy's favorite and most suitable food is yak meat. Only the right diet can make the little guy grow up healthily. It is impossible to raise yaks in India. It can only be imported through Nepal and then across the Himalayas. Although yak meat is valuable, it is still a drop in the bucket for the Belsinger family.

Since they have chosen to raise the little guy, the Singh family will devote themselves to it wholeheartedly, and they will invest as much as they care about the cost. When they returned to the hotel, Belsinger called Jamal, the old butler who was far away in Sinjar Town, and asked the old man to send someone to Nepal as soon as possible. Then they went through the customs and entered China's XZ to buy yak dairy products, including yogurt, butter and highland barley flour.

Then they imported the whole yak by freezing it, transported it back home, and put it in the cold storage to store food for the little guy. Belsinger suddenly issued such a strange order, which made the old housekeeper feel very surprised. Is it worth going through so much trouble for this dog?

But although Belsinger's family had Lina to accompany them and the servants at home to serve them, they always felt empty in their hearts. Seeing the little guy, a Chinese breed, he felt like he had met a fellow countryman, satisfied, and felt very satisfied in his heart, and no longer felt so empty and lonely.

Psychological comfort is more important than anything else. The two brothers stayed in the Indian subcontinent, and of course they had to think about each other. Singh felt it was worth it no matter how much it cost. After arranging everything, Belsinger took the little guy back to his room.

Indians have the habit of going to bed late and getting up late, but the little Tibetan mastiff Simba would not understand why his master was still sleeping soundly in bed even when the sun was shining on his buttocks. Besides, the little guy was hungry and crawled to the bed with a hum.

Seeing his master Belsinger sleeping soundly, he stretched out his big tongue and licked his face. Belsinger, who was sleeping soundly, could feel his face was wet. He opened his eyes and saw a big black head not more than two centimeters away from him. He rubbed his eyes and remembered that it was the little Tibetan mastiff Simba.

Then he yawned, turned over and sat up, lit a cigarette, covered Natalie with a quilt, looked at the little guy's triangular eyes staring at him, and asked in confusion. "Little guy, what are you doing? You don't let me sleep so early in the morning. Do you want to go to the toilet?"

I didn't expect that as soon as I finished speaking this sentence, the little guy rolled his eyes. He became a spirit and could actually understand what he said. This made Belsinger feel very surprised. The little guy's IQ is good. It seems that the proposal to go to the toilet was rejected by the little guy, and then asked if the little guy wanted to drink water.

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After asking several questions, I finally got to the key issue of eating. When I saw the little guy happily sticking out his big tongue and nodding continuously, I realized that he was hungry.